[JULIA is sitting up in bed, restless. THE GHOST is floating above her head.]

THE GHOST: Everything OK, Julia?

JULIA: I can’t sleep.

THE GHOST: Oh no, what’s wrong?

[A bit of ghost blood drips from a gaping wound in The Ghost’s torso,
landing on Julia’s pillow.]

JULIA: Big presentation to the board tomorrow.

THE GHOST: You’ll be great, hun.

[The Ghost’s face falls off.]

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2024